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     “ They called me a traitor to my kind, a crazed lunatic hellbent on swimming in blood and sure -- it might be half true -- but that’s only because I’ve never had a reason to give a damn until now. Being with you has opened my eyes to so much that has been lost, but you’ve also shown me the great things that can be done. For that alone, I will give you my blade, and I will stand against any who oppose you in the name of a brighter future: point to your foes and I will be your sword, and they will die. ”

                                       SEMPER FIDELIS

     Rose has always been a woman of self-preservation, never going out of her way to save others only should it benefit her in some way and this line of thought has kept her alive and out of harm's way ( once she was able to defend herself ). But this shallow existence has made her feel not only worthless but hopeless and lonely: for thousands of years while disguised as a succubus in the first layer of Hell she has watched countless allies fall, those she might have called friends dead, and worse still those who betray and lie; what is the point of life if you’ve nothing to fight for? If you only fight for yourself and in-kind live, but in living having nothing but emptiness. She could find no solace in greed, sex or violence: all of these inclinations of her youth spent and transformed into bitterness and vengeance. With Mundus ruling earth and nearly all of Nephilim slaughtered in his conquering left little hope of a new age: of one where you did not have to hide and did not have to fight tooth and nail to preserve not only your personhood but your life. Soon the world began to bustle as if nothing had happened: with humans consuming the poisons of demonkind and gradually deteriorating from their influences -- it seemed all was lost. 

     Until rumors began to spread of Sparda’s betrayal, his mating with an angel; Eva, and their inevitable rebellion against demonkind's hold in hopes of creating a better future for humanity and their newly acquired family. But to those in Hell this was merely a pipedream, among them Rose believed so too: who could truly fight against Mundus? Even if Sparda was the strongest among the demons and a lord himself, he had played a hand in his brothers' ascension to power, he had made them too strong and would surely fail -- and fail they did; Eva was murdered and Sparda locked away for an eternity in the depths of Hell. To many on the outside, they figured this was done until further rumors spread of his heir being alive: Dante, a child of a demon and angel, the supposed first Nephilim born in how long from the complete genocide of the once proud third race. To the demons of the underworld this was all a comedy to them: the child would eventually die and they would continue on, and soon, would aim for Heaven’s Gate -- but Rose felt differently. 

                            She felt hope.                                   For the first time in how long                                           Rose felt determination. A desire to fight. 

     Though she could do very little to help a child let alone herself, and instead took to remaining in her succubus form amongst demonkind, quietly searching for the one known as ‘Dante’ in hopes he truly was not a rumor or myth -- as Mundus attempted to paint him -- but a key to killing him and unlocking the path for the Nephilim once more: to rule as they had been destined to for a long time. Rose held no real loyalty to her race of the past: they were stuck in their ways, forced their morals on others and discriminated against each other often -- only cooling off their standards once they were brought to the brink of extinction -- and now they were gone. For many, many years Rose held out for a sign of Dante, hoping he had not been murdered by the demons in their search of him, but all seemed for not -- no one could find him anywhere, and she had to thank and curse Sparda for his skill. As the years rolled on it was not Dante that Rose happened upon first, but instead his brother: Vergil, a Nephilim that no one knew existed at all... but she had found him by happenstance, and what luck that was. 

     As the two got to know one another through their shared alliance in fighting the demons, she was quickly exposed for not being a succubus at all and became exceptionally impressed with the second son. This perplexed her: Dante was supposed to be the son that would change the world, that would be the key to destroying the demons and Mundus, yet the more she spoke with Vergil the more she began to realize it might, in fact, be him instead. These opinions she kept mostly to herself, but turned tenfold when Dante was finally among their crew -- and she was mildly disappointed with the man she had finally met: this young man had grown up much like herself; abused, lost and full of rage at the world, hopping from battle to battle, raging against a system that looked to use and oppress you, and yet the both of them had come out with very different views as their fight waged on; Dante had initially cared for no one but himself, until fighting alongside them and humans brought a softness to him, a sort of softness that repelled the female Nephilim and filled her with worry.

     The more she learned of the older sibling the more she was convinced the youngest would be the one to rule, that he would be the one to understand the severity of the situation and the naivete that was involved in allowing humans to have a say in much of anything. It pushed her further into the youngest sons way of thinking, pushed her further to be around only him, to speak a majority of the time to only him and to defend his ideas and himself from his rowdier, older sibling that attempted to swing his weight around: Rose did not like him, and she did not like where things were seemingly headed, yet she kept this to herself.

     However, the negatives of the situation were ignored in favor of the more positives that were occurring: getting to know Vergil had sparked a strange fondness deep inside of her, a sort of flame that spurred her to strive for their victory and to impress him. Never before had she given a damn about the Nephilim or setting the world to order, for so long she had given up on order for the world seemed to favor chaos and violence; her very being had been molded to fit that very world and yet she desired more. She wanted something deeper, she wanted to find a solace and calm after all the blood, flesh, broken bones, tears and loss... there had to be something more. This world had to have more than the shallowness of hedonistic pursuits and dreams, that more could be done beyond being exploited and abused.  And Vergil offered that: his words stoked the embers of her passion, urged her to look into herself and her own morals, to look upon the world and decide that enough was enough, to decide that it was not merely enough to defeat Mundus and go about her business -- they had to correct things, and the smartest among them with the most drive was Vergil, and she felt they had a promising future beneath his guidance. 

     Over the course of their being together she was becoming more obsessed with both the idea and newfound affection: for all of her life she had lived only for herself and for her own desires, she wanted for nothing but her greed, pride, and lust... but now the thought of returning to those pursuits brought an emptiness to her. A sort of disgust: she did not want that old life, she much preferred being with Vergil instead, looking to the future and hoping to build something more... something better than the past. With this newfound resolve, the female Nephilim made a vow to herself that she would give anything and everything to the two youngest: she would ensure that Mundus was defeated and that Vergil would craft a new future. 

     For the first time Rose wanted to fight for more than just herself, she wanted to fight for the dream of a man she admired and was now finding herself infatuated with, for never had her heart been struck so fiercely. Thousands of years she had laid with plenty of men who brought her no passion, no drive to want more, no point in courting or attaching herself -- now everything was changing, her dreams were quickly intertwining with Vergil’s dreams, and found she wanted for nothing more than to be faithful. To earn his trust and show that she was not only an exceptional warrior but also a powerful, beautiful woman, eager to fight beside him. 

     Her faith is both powerful and zealous; she holds no mercy for those whom would betray or harm Vergil and this obsession only strengthens as time goes on, and doubles when they are officially together and form a family. Rose became the embodiment of faith and loyalty to the cause and it turned so fierce that none would dare turn their nose up to the true Son of Sparda, lest they wish a visit from the Demon’s Wife who leaves no survivors: only loyalists. The day when Dante betrayed Vergil and nearly killed her had left vengeance seated deeply in both her mind and soul, while upon his return to life, she made a vow: “ I will not fail you a second time. ”

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          In Polynesian mythology, Ira is the sky goddess and mother of the stars.

     Wrath (Latin, ira) can be defined as uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. Wrath often reveals itself in the wish to seek vengeance. In its purest form, wrath presents with injury, violence, and hate that may provoke feuds that can go on for centuries. Wrath may persist long after the person who did another a grievous wrong is dead. Feelings of wrath can manifest in different ways, including impatience, hateful misanthropy, revenge, and self-destructive behavior, such as drug abuse or suicide.  - info from Wikipedia.

     The sword Ira ( wrath ) was gifted to Rose when she came upon the Flower of Heaven: the Black Flower for whom she made a pact with during the Nephilim’s war against Mundus and Sparda. Once the entity and Rose became one she was blessed with its holy sword that would accompany her on her journey for retribution, giving her immeasurable strength and power that helped her ascend the military ranks of the once proud Nephilim army. Ira has many abilities and due to Roses Nephilim heritage and her angelic alignment, she can tap into a lot of it’s potential compared to Nephilim that are more imbued with their demonic blood. The weapon also has the ability to transform into other weapons with a similar holy theme ( or demonic, should the weapon align more with demons ). 

Aerial Rave - essentially juggling enemies in the air accompanied by multiple strikes / slashes. 

Berserker - the weapon turns its wielder into a bloodthirsty powerhouse; dispersing into the air in a pink mist while transforming Roses hands into claws and doubles her speed.

 Retribution - Leaping into the air with sword point facing the ground, Rose unleashes a devastating ground attack that forms a magical crest beneath her feet when she slams down, reigning a hailstorm of holy blades against all who stand within it. 

À la seconde - An excessive spin attack with Ira held outward, finished off with an elegant leap, blade extended up and then smacking the enemy(s) down before gracefully landing. ( if you want an example )

Blooming Rose - This mainly consists of an improvised dance ( usually alegrias ), a small segment, with a lot of heel tapping and elegant arm gestures ( like ballet ) that encourage poisonous flowers with vines to blossom around her, using the vines to catch enemies and relentlessly beat them into the ground with poison damage while the dance commences with music. When it stops they disappear. 

Bloodsucker - Rose can absorb the blood of her foes to power up or replenish her health. This can lead to BERSERKER if enough blood has been collected. Makes her momentarily vulnerable while trying to absorb the blood. 

Divine Cantillate - Rose breaks into a song that allows her to slip in and out of limbo, causes illusions and slows time. Depending on the enemy her ability to go in and out of limbo can cause difficulty in fighting her, while time slows only remains active for a short amount of time. 

( still being edited for timeline purposes ) 

     Ira can also transform into other weapons: 

Gladiolus - and upgraded version of Ira. Bulkier, longer with a fade into crimson ( as if dipped in blood ). 

Orchidaceae - a bow in place of a gun: it can be modified to shoot; poisonous arrows, elemental arrows and regular arrows ( flower themed ).

Paeonia - An elongated spear with decorative flowers, with small replicas of the black flower bunched around its sharp jagged blade. 

Datura - A special weapon acquired from the soul of her mother whom is trapped within the blade, using her immense demonic power to channel the use of blood and fire in attacks ( as well as stabbing herself: think of Rakuyo from Bloodborne ). 

Extra tidbits -

In Hebrew, the name Ira (עִירָא, Modern Hebrew Ira, Tiberian Hebrew ʻÎrâ) has several meanings, among them "watchful" and "wild ass" 

In Russia and Finland, Ira is a female given name, which is the short form of the Greek name Eirene. Eirene was a Greek goddess that was the personification of peace, and the name itself means peace. 

ira, irae

noun || declension: 1st declension gender: feminine

Definitions:

anger

bad blood

indignation

ire, wrath

rage/fury/violence

resentment

Information will be added as story develops. Mother of the stars in this sense, in this verse, references her being the mother of Alecto and Ariela: whom have a stars / galaxy and the third-eye theme. Rose being of the sky is also in reference to her blood being aligned with heaven, her gifts coming from her angelic blood and the holy flower, and her desires to conquer Gods domain or at the very least acquire power so that Vergil can rule. 

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Things are changing so quickly...  - @tyrantborne

                      Siiiiiigh.

     Rose could do nothing else but mope around the mansion and wrap herself in a world of nostalgia; entertaining memories of the past of her family together and happy as they used to be. What had become of her? Once a ruthless killer turned into a soft-hearted mother, whimpering for a purpose to those close to her and yet they all were moving on, the only one among them that seemed okay with all this change was Vergil. Then again, even though she’d known him for quite a while she was often lost on his subtly... was he not also sad their daughters were growing? That their son was far more hostile and left for hours or days on end to help the man who nearly murdered them both? Was she a horrible mother that had soiled their line? 

     Nestled on a lush, blue chair in the main family room, the Matriarch was flipping through an old photo album, running her finger along picture after picture, admiring the good and bad times that she had wanted to capture: everything was precious. Her meandering hand eventually turned the book all the way back to the beginning, catching a few photos of when it was just Vergil and herself before the kids were born, adventuring through Hell and above, fighting and vacationing places. Unconsciously her face turned a soft red the longer her eyes lingered on her husband, heart picking up in pace whilst studying the details of his face and then his outfit -- " that was so beautiful, ” came her melodic crooning, “ .. maybe we can go back there. ”

           “ I think I need a goddamn hobby. ”

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     “ What a worthless child you are! How dare you approach me as if you were my EQUAL!! This insolence will NOT be tolerated in my domain, and since you’ve been so kind as to present me with the Nephilim who helped destroy Mundus -- I thank you! Perhaps I will give you a peaceful death for all of your services to me, my daughter, for your body and your sword were of use to me until you turned into a TRAITOR!!!! All this time I had thought to spare you, my daughter, I had thought to again reach for you should your SKANKY ASS slither back into the depths of my Hell, but again I realize that leaving you alive will mean very little -- for [ REDACTED ] will not come for me nor for you... and so your purpose is MEANINGLESS. ”

                                    DEMONA - MISTRESS OF MADNESS

     Demona: the mother of Rose and a wrath spawn descended from the fifth circle of hell: anger, it was here that she was raised and molded into a maddened beast of lust and violence. The female demon has a warped mind due to her survival among other demons, she -- herself -- was often abused and tormented by them, even more so by the strongest within the circle until she fled for lust and limbo. Though previous to her turning mad she had never been one for ambition, the flame for more emerged something fierce when she had taken her first kill of a Nephilim: their blood and their lineage had turned her thoroughly obsessed: these beings; whose blood was piqued with strength had turned her attention from self-fulfillment to a severe ambition on ascending to the human world and conquering all -- for if she could not have Hell then she would have the mortal world. She would be a Queen and no longer would she be crushed under the oppressive heel of male demons, who sought to destroy and rape all within their path -- Demona had plans all her own. 

     She had devised a plan to ascend to Earth: first, she would need a powerful ally to fight against the Nephilim, and what better way than to breed with an angel and create her own super soldier. The demoness was no fool, she could never willingly acquire the assistance of a Nephilim to fight their own and seat herself as a supreme leader of madness... she would need to foster a strong bond with brainwashing to ensure compliance. So the answer was simple: get impregnated by a powerful angel that would, in turn, give her a powerful child and she knew just exactly whom to choose: [ REDACTED ]. Once she had pointed out a target, she immediately attempted to coax him from heaven as he appeared to battle demon and Nephilim alike that approached Heaven’s Gate -- even by accident. Day after day, month after month the demoness called to [ REDACTED ] with promises of love, sex, and obedience, but none would shake his resolve to God and his duty. Instead of being drawn into her, he was instead repulsed by the very sight of her, remarking on her demonic stench and sinful goals -- he had made it clear he was not interested nor would be swayed. Instead, Demona had to implement a different plan if she were going to get his cooperation, there would be no raping the angel as he could slice her in two before the deed was done, and Demona was not looking to die before her time. 

     With help of elixirs and ancient spells, Demona was able to learn how to transform her shape into that of a pure, holy woman of God: beautiful golden hair, voluptuous body modestly covered in cloth of white, and atop her head a crown of thorns that she proudly wore with bashful amber eyes. To finish off this new body she came up with a name: Danielle, a young woman born to poor peasants that could not afford to keep her, and instead, sent her to live within a monastery to become a nun and pray for his mercy onto them. Again she approached the Heaven’s Gate, pleading to God to have mercy on her soul and that of her family, begging for death and guidance, only to have [ REDACTED ] appear and become stunned at the sight of the beautiful woman: there she stood, broken and lost, hoping to be guided to the holy father’s light. In all his life he had never become so smitten before and had never questioned how she’d gotten there in the first place, instead he abandoned his convictions to speak with the woman, and as they grew closer Demona grew ever more excited -- soon she would have his seed, and soon she would be heavily pregnant with his child. It merely took a week to finally seduce [ REDACTED ] into a fit of lust, and as they rut for three days straight, when finally impregnated Demona removed her disguise in fits of hysterical laughter, claiming victory and eagerly holding tightly to [ REDACTED ] in near desperation. “ Now I will have your child!! Now we can finally, truly be together! Oh, you see the past week I’ve grown a soft spot for you, mmm? How could I ever find a man more powerful than you? Abandon him, abandon God and be my lover! Let us be together until the Earth is no more! Until existence is no more! ” 

     “ You wicked harpy, so full of lies and deceit!! The woman that hath taken my heart does not exist, and I have sinned against my father in vain! I have failed him and his tenets! I must correct this mistake -- as a mercy to my unborn child, I will slay you, here and now, and no longer will your treacherous breath nor voice exist further. ” [ REDACTED ] wasted little time in trying to destroy Demona; hoping to pierce her through with his holy spear and angelic trigger, but unfortunately for him, she was elusive and escaped his clutches -- just barely. 

     Demona, unable to accept that [ REDACTED ] had immediately refused her upon realizing whom she was, could not accept it and gradually began to spiral out of control. Having nearly escaped death by his hands she knew she could not return, lest he would be quick to dismember her body in hopes of extinguishing the life she’d fought so desperately to acquire in her belly. To increase the chances of survival for not only herself -- but her unborn -- she returned to the second layer of Hell; Lust. It was here that she prepared for the coming of her child, and from that point out made it a point to not only train her child in the art of warfare and strategy but obedience and dependence upon herself. When it was discovered that she would be having a girl, Demona was even further elated as a female could go undetected and underestimated compared to that of a male, coupled with many other benefits that she used to her advantage -- unfortunately allowing her daughter to suffer under many cases of abuse ( sexual and otherwise ) from demons. She did not go about naming her daughter, instead of calling her ‘brat’, ‘scum’, and various other expletives in hopes of demeaning her and asserting hierarchy. And with her daughter's obedience, fear and strength went about murdering other powerful demons to assert power, quickly taking over a slight portion of Lust’s territory, driving out the inhabitants through force and bribery. 

     This reign of terror and abuse did not last forever, eventually, the daughter had enough of her mother’s fierce hold and turned her strength upon her own kin, nearly killing her but not being strong enough to entirely off her -- instead -- she fled to the surface in her attempts to be free. Upon her ascension to limbo, Demona called to her: “ you will never escape me!! Everything you are is because of me!! NEVER FORGET THAT, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! YOU WILL DIE ABOVE, MUNDUS WILL FIND YOU AND WITH SPARDA YOU WILL DIE LIKE THE REST OF THEM -- BWAHAHAHA!! Return to me, my daughter, for you are safest within my bosom! Fwhahaha! ”

     Rose did, in fact, return to the second circle of hell -- though not alone: by her side was one of the son’s of Sparda; Vergil. Together they sought to dominate Hell and those whom occupied it for the greater good; to battle against Dante and regain control of limbo city. When finding out that her mother is still very much alive, Rose requests they find her themselves and dispatch of her knowing what a nuisance her parent could be, with an ulterior motive in mind. . .

     Demona, though powerful and fierce, did not hold up against the fight with Vergil and Rose, instead, she was brought to the brink of death and remained alive enough to curse on both her daughter and her ‘playmate’, scowling about her daughter’s spinelessness, daring her to kill her then and there. Instead, Rose figured she could put her mother to better use, “ as if I would grant you the mercy of death -- why should I? My life has been nothing but enslavement to you and your whims, and I think it only fair that you spend the rest of your days.... serving me and mine! ” Demona, ironically, took no offense to this and instead shrilled out in a fierce laughter, watching her own daughter pierce her clawed hand deep into her own chest with a pained cough, “ y-yes!! Take your revenge on me, take my body and my soul! Maybe I have taught... agh! Taught you well, my daughter, maybe now you will see... the glories of... SUFFERING! Take my power -- take it and DESTROY EVERYTHING! ” The cries of her mad laughter subsided when her body disintegrated into a fierce red light, transforming her into a blade: Datura; a blade harnessing the powers of a wrath demon, channeling blood and flame to destroy foes... though with a cost; one must first stab themselves in offering of blood -- gruesomely -- should they wish to truly tap into it’s potential. 

      “ Don’t worry, mother, I have plans for you. We’ll be a family again, don’t you worry... ”

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[irafatum-a]

Just making Zero edits of her in Devil Trigger, for DmC.  FC is The Angelus from The Darkness comics. 

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VERSE: BLOODY PALACE - DMC: DEVIL MAY CRY

     Once upon a time, many moons ago there lived a society of beings that were neither demon nor angel; they were Nephilim. The prestigious third race that ruled the mortal realm and Limbo, took measure’s to ensure the balance of the universe remained; heaven above and hell below. Their struggles to keep either side from overtaking the other was a turbulent one, and with humanity -- as young and naive as it was -- made that balance all the more difficult to keep. They say at an undetermined time a pair of human’s made a pact with the devil, whom was later discovered to be Mundus, and in exchange for releasing him into the world and sacrificing their souls, they would be liberated from the oppressive Nephilim regime. And so the devil kept his promise; once unleashed upon the world through their blood oath, he set to slaughtering thousands -- human and Nephilim alike -- Mundus did not care who he had to destroy to conquer the third race... just that they were crushed. With an influx of demon’s from the furthest reaches of Inferno, the Nephilim declared war and quickly went to battle. It was a conflict that lasted for thousands of years until only a few Nephilim remained, with Sparda -- Mundus’ most powerful soldier -- decimating uncountable lives of both the third race and mankind. Extinction seemed imminent, no matter where they fled, how hard they battled, they could not regain the upper hand, humanity had damned the Nephilim in siding with Hell -- now it was a bed they would be forced to lay in. 

     Millenniums later all that remained of the previous civilization had been destroyed by the demon king; books, research, arts, history, graves, etc. Everything had been wiped clean of the Earth ( to the best of his degree ) that could remind anyone of the Nephilim, with laws enacted to forbid breeding with angels; a very recipe that creates the third race in the first place. This was an easy task as Heaven had closed its gates off to Earth and humanity when the Nephilim were overrun, giving little chance of reproduction between the two remaining races. Unknown to the King that his brother fell in love with an angel left behind by God ( Eva ), and they would go forth to create two blasphemous children; Dante and Vergil. 

     Rose, military rank Zero, is an ancient Nephilim from the past that survived into present-day Limbo City. Using her special ability of illusion, hypnosis and song she was able to disguise herself as a succubus and live among the demon population, hoping beyond all hope that other’s of her species had survived the culling they endured. As the years passed on she began to lose hope; each day was a fight for survival, combating her paranoia that she may be found out and killed -- or worse -- assaulted and beaten. With skill and persuasion, Zero used her attractive looks and enchanting power to not only cheat death but to spy on noteworthy demons, making a list of those who held influence and power versus those full of hot-air with little competition. Going by the name Devi, she delighted many influential demons over the years and collected quite the following, drunk on the power of deceit she created among her enemies. It was only until Vergil stepped into Limbo that she had any idea of how everything had progressed on the surface of Earth, and thus began to stalk him on his adventuring. A spark of renewed hope entered her deadened heart, and quickly she offered assistance to the younger Nephilim, remaining in disguise until such a time came when she would reveal herself. There was little need in the end, for Vergil had figured her out long before she’d even made the decision. 

     Now Rose takes to the side of Sparda’s children, whose father had been complicit in their species slaughter, in hopes of returning Nephilim to the throne of Earth and Limbo, willing to do anything necessary to ensure they do not lose. She is a ruthless ex-soldier of the Nephilim’s special agents unit; trained to kill defectors, deserters, Intel acquisition and expert in swordsmanship. Admittedly she has a tendency to get distracted with the younger of the two brothers...

                                          SPECIAL ABILITIES

     Some traits with Rose are common with female Nephilim; being able to influence limbo through their singing, as well as help the males of their species to powerup should they work together, they also have the ability to fly -- where males do not. Roses special abilities lie in her ability to create illusions and hypnotize others through her magic or even her voice, weaker-willed individuals are very susceptible to this mind control, while stronger willed individuals can break free with enough focus. 

     Earlier in her life, she made a pact with a parasitic flower that resided deep in limbo, hoping to become stronger to fight off the encroaching demon hordes. With this ability came sacrifice; if she was not strong enough to tame the parasite it would devour her mind whole, but should she conquer it’s evil she would be given a plethora of power; regenerative abilities, using blood to get stronger and a burst attack with a scream. She has the ability to summon creatures from limbos twisted realm, helping her to fight in battle at the cost of energy.

                                                     EXTRA INFO

Devil Trigger form references; here & here Wings reference  Type of Tail flower-like patterns on tail made of curly fluff Hair reference outfit 1 ref outfit 2 ref Another female nephilim ref ( video )

more to be added eventually

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Father: Micheal - the strongest angel Mother: Demona - a succubus 

Love Interest: Vergil  Children: Nero, Alecto and Ariela Frenemy: Bayonetta

Other(s)

Brother-In-Law: Dante Former Ally: Kat Aquaintance(s): Yonah 

LINKS TO THOSE INVOLVED IN STORYLINE -

so far;

Vergil - to come Dante - ??? Nero - to come Ariela & Alecto - @nobilisaffectus Bayonetta - to come Yonah - @fragilefated Kat - written as npc by me

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